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Najaih LaFrance - Fully Focused Lyrics



Najaih LaFrance - Fully Focused Lyrics




I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over

Told me run up some bands
Boi I did dat
Now i'm step'n through fly as a tick tack
He cry'n cuz he want his bitch back

20 grand stuff'ed all
In the nap sack

You fake
Never though i could make it

I laugh
Count right in they faces

Guess who
Step'n out in the latest

Blue faces
That be my fragrance

I know
I use to be broke

In 9th grade was doing the most

Catch a nice fade
Knock him outta his shirt

In last place
Now I'm coming in the first

Real nigga
I aint gotta rehearse it

Signed a check
And I did it in cursive

She ain't giving neck
Then i gotta swerve it

Took risk
And it's it's working out perfect

And all I know all my niggas gone get
Got on all gold, kick'n back on Pacific

Yea touch that
You gone find ya self missing

Supreme be the team
When we step in the business

Im Rich now so I feeling the difference
Signed my self up

Call me young hustle Simmons

I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over

Pick up
Pick up
Gotta a make pick up

Gone go head get
The brinks truck

Big cup
Big cup
Gotta have big cup

Through ya hands in the air
It's a stick up

Drip up drip up
Had to get my drip up

Lil mama suck me till she hick up

In a Jacuzzi
Wit a lil cutie

My life is a movie

Played by the code
Wit da woolies
I aint no foolie

They can not move me

Count's racks with the coolies
Sip'n a smoothie
Gabbana da 2 piece

Talking hot
Betta cool it son

No hate'n
Baller 101

Betta Open a business
And run up ya funds

LaFrance
Turned nothing to something

Smoke -n- dis
Wood and it's buss'n

Took-my-bit-out
Now she stun'n

Vee - vee's - on - me
Like its nothing

Stomp his head
If a nigga be front'n

On hold
They gone wait for me

All gold
Mama pray for me

Flip'n cakes like a bakery

Stop us
That shit make believe

I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over

How you feel now got the racks on me

Couple fake friends
Tuned they back on me

Got that black on
So don't act homie

Need everything paid for my faculty
She gone catch dick go deep go long

How you keep ya head
When everything gone wrong

Never give up stay in ya zone

Switch up my clothes
Like I switch up my phones

Young boy sitting on 30
Stay clean and I like my girls pretty

Ima brooklyn nigga I'm sturdy
To the gwap bright and early
Ima ball like ESPN
For the streets I did it again

Hit up critch
We gone spin the the bendz

Take ya hoe give her back when we finish

I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over
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I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over

Told me run up some bands
Boi I did dat
Now i'm step'n through fly as a tick tack
He cry'n cuz he want his bitch back

20 grand stuff'ed all
In the nap sack

You fake
Never though i could make it

I laugh
Count right in they faces

Guess who
Step'n out in the latest

Blue faces
That be my fragrance

I know
I use to be broke

In 9th grade was doing the most

Catch a nice fade
Knock him outta his shirt

In last place
Now I'm coming in the first

Real nigga
I aint gotta rehearse it

Signed a check
And I did it in cursive

She ain't giving neck
Then i gotta swerve it

Took risk
And it's it's working out perfect

And all I know all my niggas gone get
Got on all gold, kick'n back on Pacific

Yea touch that
You gone find ya self missing

Supreme be the team
When we step in the business

Im Rich now so I feeling the difference
Signed my self up

Call me young hustle Simmons

I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over

Pick up
Pick up
Gotta a make pick up

Gone go head get
The brinks truck

Big cup
Big cup
Gotta have big cup

Through ya hands in the air
It's a stick up

Drip up drip up
Had to get my drip up

Lil mama suck me till she hick up

In a Jacuzzi
Wit a lil cutie

My life is a movie

Played by the code
Wit da woolies
I aint no foolie

They can not move me

Count's racks with the coolies
Sip'n a smoothie
Gabbana da 2 piece

Talking hot
Betta cool it son

No hate'n
Baller 101

Betta Open a business
And run up ya funds

LaFrance
Turned nothing to something

Smoke -n- dis
Wood and it's buss'n

Took-my-bit-out
Now she stun'n

Vee - vee's - on - me
Like its nothing

Stomp his head
If a nigga be front'n

On hold
They gone wait for me

All gold
Mama pray for me

Flip'n cakes like a bakery

Stop us
That shit make believe

I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over

How you feel now got the racks on me

Couple fake friends
Tuned they back on me

Got that black on
So don't act homie

Need everything paid for my faculty
She gone catch dick go deep go long

How you keep ya head
When everything gone wrong

Never give up stay in ya zone

Switch up my clothes
Like I switch up my phones

Young boy sitting on 30
Stay clean and I like my girls pretty

Ima brooklyn nigga I'm sturdy
To the gwap bright and early
Ima ball like ESPN
For the streets I did it again

Hit up critch
We gone spin the the bendz

Take ya hoe give her back when we finish

I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my year

Let the system thump
Bet a bitch gone bump
Made my bit cum
Bet the streets gone hum
I don't get older
I just get closer
Being broke was a faze
Now that shit over
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Writer: Najaih Louree
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Performed By: Najaih LaFrance
Length: 4:09
Written by: Najaih Louree

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